As this blog has evolved since its 2010 inception, so has my perspective. What I once perceived as central within the investigation was what was central, literally, within the photographic frame that I shared here. While still an important consideration, such thinking has also given way to more peripheral considerations, ones also accompanied occasionally by text (written manifestation of thought) and the oscillations between them. What's missing here are larger unknowns surrounding issues of presentation and representation; the amount of time and space it actually takes to accomplish such first-hand observations; and the quandaries between documentation and interpretation.

Despite my attempt to communicate here with image and text what is essential in some respect about the artwork, neither representation should ever be considered a substitution for the primary viewing experience. Of course, occasionally there are exceptions.

Most of the time, these posts are merely remnants---residual fragments---from my last day out.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Mary Weatherford "The Bakersfield Project" @ Cal State University Bakersfield

When I think of Bakersfield, I imagine rural landscape (read: sparsely agricultural, dusty western town), Buck Owens, and Korn (That’s corn with a K and a backwards R. For the uninitiated, it’s a multi-platinum selling heavy metal group incorporating tropes of hip-hop and rap into their mix). My own random associations aside, I now add to the list a city with unexpected and fun-to-wonder-about street names like “Real”, “Truxton,” and “Eye.” It was in just such a context that a handful of combine paintings (flashe and neon light on coarse linen), “The Bakersfield Project” by Mary Weatherford were displayed at the Todd Madigan Gallery, Cal State Bakersfield. Seven paintings (all measuring 93” x 79”) were installed symmetrically on four walls save an odd one installed in the “outside” hallway.
With two entrances at either end (south or north), the first painting encountered, said outsider---“California”---a roundish field of washy blue and orange pushed toward neutral without resolving into mud. Frankenthaler’s “Adriatic” comes to mind (see my post from March 23 here) though Weatherford maintains within the frame of each painting throughout the show; each painting’s color field flirts with the white edges but rarely, if ever is close enough to breach. Conversely, the neon application and the light condition more generally was another matter entirely. Really the thrust of the show in terms of a through line (pun intended), lengths of ropy, neon light in a range of hues was obliquely attached to the surface of each canvas as various positions were attempted from linen to linen, though all noticeably toward the vertical.
Willing to go along for the ride, passages of the deftly handled, washy flashe, were smudged over the surface of each toothy linen in various restrained gestures, clear enough to appreciate the record of application, to follow its own history. Externally, Rothko, Newman, and Guston also came to mind, as did Courbet as well as more remote places—caves--pushing toward a great beyond. Overall, a rocky, multifaceted approach could not be ignored.

Aside from the wonderful play of pictorial references, the neon appendages were a greater puzzle, though understandably so given Weatherford’s first exploration with them. As such, each painting was a grope between color and light where I couldn’t decide how much I was supposed to care about which one or the mix for that matter. On the plus side, each illuminated line hung elegantly toward the nearest outlet. In some instances, it was a nice sweep toward the next painting, at others a quandary and a distraction. Also worth mentioning is that each painting was also illuminated from the gallery track systems overhead more generally. As the gallery attendant was kind enough to oblige turning the tracks off for an alternate view, as I suspected, the paintings became richer and more complex in the darker setting as materials commingled with greater attention placed on what Weatherford might be suggesting about how place is qualified and defined through as a sense of changing light and material conditions. As the press release stated, each painting is meant to evoke a certain location in and around Bakersfield, and they were titled as such.

Upon leaving the gallery, I learned certain details from the attendant, notes that I wish were more readily available in the work or perhaps didactically somewhere else in the show, or at the very least glanced in the press release. For example, to know that Weatherford scavenged materials for the red neon (a now nonexistent gas), perhaps a fine adieu to the Newman homage which displays it; that “North Chester Avenue” contained uranium hence the queer yellowy/green radiating quality; and that “Midnight Union Avenue” evokes a bustling red-light district (albeit Weatherford’s choice for orange); all outside details enriched the work in a way that concept often fails paintings that rely wonderfully on formalist tendencies (as if it were possible to do otherwise!). Had I known that each neon was meant to also suggest language and sign (again pun intended) as matter of facts (and not just the manufacturer’s cord stamping), I’m just now feeling a bit silly for not having caught the available word play sooner. On the other hand, I was willing to plumb the depths of proposed voids where language is blurby at best, where dense, flat passages of paint consume light or conversely where lightness is felt in the paint handling, itself delicately teasing the edges.

While given to wonder about the quality of each site and to enjoy interludes of paint and light, unless we are privy to the specific locale, as a Bakersfield resident might be, there is no information in the visual field to contextualize the places concretely. Of course, said poetic ambiguity is not without its charms. In hindsight, I suppose I wouldn’t have even cringed at the sight (site) of a rocking, backwards “R,” though arguably, it would have been a bit Korny.

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I am a visual artist focused on the ethereal/material conditions of place---a specific site and its immediate environment, built and natural. I attempt to frame situations that reveal how ones own perception of time, place, and self are engaged as a complex of both phenomenological and structural concerns. My work employs the relationships between light, surface, and color as factors of duration and the specific qualities of a site. Such inquiries and interventions result in temporary installations and/or related interdimensional objects. I received my MFA in Graduate Art from Art Center College of Design in December of 2009 and my BAs in Art History and Classical Humanities from the University of Wisconsin- Madison in May 1996. Since '96 (upon moving to Los Angeles), I have expanded my interests in art and music through painting, video, sculpture, installation, and group-oriented musical projects.